Monday, November 29, 2010

Poem: I Had to Pray to Stop What Was Coming

I had to pray to stop what was coming,
The knives,
The knives,
My heart is beating,
Not stopping,
My heart might stop,

So I took the chain off the tree,
Where the noose would be,
To radically undo the chain,
Around your neck,
And have it dissolve back into the soil,

I had to pray to stop what was coming,
I had to pray,
I had to pray,

The land will listen,
And I can feel my heart,
And I can feel the sorrow of generations,
I can feel,
I can feel,
I am grateful I can feel,
It was not too long ago when I was unable to feel,
My legs filled with hot energy,
I ran,
Run away,
Get away,

I can feel,
I can feel my heart,
My heart is heavy,
My heart is sad,
My heart is in pain,

I had to pray to stop what was coming,
I prayed,
I prayed,
I am praying,


P. J. Grath said...

This sounds like a heartache that invades your dreams. Is it?

Wanted to tell you also that I called down to the bookstore in Leland and also to Stone House Bread Cafe, and no one at either place knew of a poetry night at a cafe in Leland. Might it be in Suttons Bay? I haven’t seen anything in the Enterprise.

Anishinaabekwe said...

P.J. Grath - This is a real time and real life heartache. Just trying to make sense of addiction, racism and being Native. There has been some family stress recently and this is the best I can describe it.

I need to ask my friend again... I would like to read my poetry and come out from hiding! ^_^

Catherine Mackie said...

This is the first time I have visited your blog (I came here via RR~pondering...). I am going to read further, but I must tell you right now that I simply love the first two poems I read. The urgency leaps off the page (or in this case, screen).

Anishinaabekwe said...

Catherine - I am glad you like my blog and thanks for stopping by! Look forward to your comments in the future.